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We Belong Apart on CD

We can't all come from Connersville. Indiana is not big enough. We'd all have to have been born there, to have the sleepiness cleared from our newborn eyes, to have stared in wonder while a Middle American doctor slaps our bottoms, crying, being breastfed from the red tractors and green, green grass of home, to have spent our childhoods playing with barn cats and endless blue skies, expecting square deals and wolfing down home cooking cooked (and sometimes burned, for who among us are perfect?) in blackened pots inherited from grandma. The best bands are travel writers. Through their music and their words we are brought, beyond our will, thank goodness, to places where true love sometimes dies, where our darkness becomes our better half, where we betray the ones who trusted us, where we are scorned and scorn back, and where all that we once sought with such assured fury throws the last shovel-full of earth into our graves. Heartbreak Orchestra is one of those bands. Cello and guitar, voice and reply, tambourine and mandolin, harmonica like a troubled conscience - all bubble and froth and simmer and flame into a country blues early era rock-n-roll with a symphonic twist. They paid their dues. Here is their music. We can't all come from Connersville. But now we can pretend we did. - Josh Dubrow, 2007.

We can't all come from Connersville. Indiana is not big enough. We'd all have to have been born there, to have the sleepiness cleared from our newborn eyes, to have stared in wonder while a Middle American doctor slaps our bottoms, crying, being breastfed from the red tractors and green, green grass of home, to have spent our childhoods playing with barn cats and endless blue skies, expecting square deals and wolfing down home cooking cooked (and sometimes burned, for who among us are perfect?) in blackened pots inherited from grandma. The best bands are travel writers. Through their music and their words we are brought, beyond our will, thank goodness, to places where true love sometimes dies, where our darkness becomes our better half, where we betray the ones who trusted us, where we are scorned and scorn back, and where all that we once sought with such assured fury throws the last shovel-full of earth into our graves. Heartbreak Orchestra is one of those bands. Cello and guitar, voice and reply, tambourine and mandolin, harmonica like a troubled conscience - all bubble and froth and simmer and flame into a country blues early era rock-n-roll with a symphonic twist. They paid their dues. Here is their music. We can't all come from Connersville. But now we can pretend we did. - Josh Dubrow, 2007.